His Rider

"BITCH!" That's how I get woken up everyday. Faithfully. I made my way downstairs to see the so called 'love of my life' sitting on the couch drinking a beer. I was so sick of him, his bullshit, and him putting his hands on me.

"Did you not fucking hear me!? I called you, TWICE!" He yelled at me.

"Obviously I did, if I didn't I wouldn't be down here." I mumbled under my breath. He shot up off the couch, and slapped me so hard I fell on the ground. This position was all to familiar.

"Go get yo ass dressed! I'm hungry! Go shopping, and you better bring me my favorites. Understand?" he barked at me. I nodded my head as I got up.

"Yes daddy." I quickly made my way to the bathroom to look at my face.

'Another black eye' I thought as I looked in the mirror. i sighed and quickly hopped in the shower, cause I knew if I took too long, he would slap me again. I got out, and dried off. I quickly slid into my under clothes, my jeans, a yellow plaid shirt and my yellow Vanz. I brushed my hair over my eye, and put a snapback on to hold it in place.

"Hurry up! And you better come back if you know what's good for you." he said with a smirk. I quickly nodded my head, and made my way to Food Lion. I went in, and grabbed a arm basket smiling at a few people passing by, but stopped since I knew Justin would have someone watching me.

I felt someone bump into me. I looked up and saw a handsome looking guy. Brown skin, big hazel eyes, black waves. I felt a feeling shoot through me I haven't felt in a long time. I smiled at him and made my way to the check out line. As I was putting my things on the lil black thingy, I felt someone bump into me again. I looked at it was the same guy!

"I'm sorry ma." he said with a smile. I returned one back, got my things, and headed out quickly.

I was putting chips up in the top cabinet when I felt a strong pair of hands on my hips. I braced myself, but instead of me being thrown to the floor, the chips were.

"Babe.. Why don't you worry about the food later? I'm sorry about earlier." oh god. Here he goes again. He kisses up, then busts his nut. Don't care about me. He turned me to face him, and kissed me. I felt nothing but... Disgust. I don't like having sex anymore.

"I have to start dinner.. C'mon now." I managed to say between kisses. His hands slid in my back pockets, then out.

"So who's number is this!?" he yelled holding up a piece of paper.

"Wha-" was all I could get out before the punches began. This wasn't like the other beatings, he wasn't holding back. I tried my best to block the kicks, punches, slaps but it didn't work.

"Since you wanna act like a ho, I'll treat yo ass like one!" he yelled before ripping my pants off. As he was unbuckling his pants, I tried to crawl away, but only managed to get dragged back by my feet.

"NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as he thrust himself inside me. So many questions ran through my mind.

Why is he doing this?

How can he enjoy this?

Why me?!

I needed to get away, and fast. I grabbed the nearest thing I saw; a lamp. I smashed it over his head, and watched as he collapsed on top of me. I quickly pushed him off and ran. I didn't care if I was naked. I didn't care if I was badly beaten. I ran as fast as my short legs could carry me until I fell.

The last thing I remember seeing was a bright set of headlights.